Cannot Quotes

“You can buy a person’s time and work, but you cannot buy their enthusiasm, effort, and passion. Those are earned, and as such, given freely.”
― Jeffrey Fry

“Confidence is armor you cannot buy.”
― Jeffrey Fry

“You cannot control what other people do, only how you react to it.”
― Jeffrey Fry

“Worrying about things you cannot control is folly. Focus only on those few things you have any control over, and your life becomes much simpler.”
― Jeffrey Fry

“You cannot give to others what you have not given to yourself first.”
― Jeffrey Fry

“Love is a coin that cannot be bought or sold but must be given.”
― Jeffrey Fry

“Often the heart can see what the eyes cannot.”
― Jeffrey Fry

“I cannot believe the path to victory lies in staining our souls so black we become indistinguishable from those we fight.”
― Anthony Ryan, Queen of Fire

“You cannot change people around you, but you can change the people you are around.”
― Jeffrey Fry

“Love is such a tremendous force of feeling! When you can't stop loving, you simply cannot stop it.”
― Munia Khan

“Often the heart can see what the eyes cannot.”
― Jeffrey Eugenidesrey Fry

“How beautiful it is to feel that what you cannot describe?”
― Saim .A. Cheeda

“The world cannot be full of lead dogs, or the pack would pull itself apart.”
― Conn Iggulden, Conqueror

“The most beautiful and painful experiences can only be felt,they cannot be expressed or explained.”
― Anupama Garg, The Tantric Curse

“She’s so beautiful it hurts. Golden blond hair flows past her shoulders. Those gorgeous violet eyes shouldn’t be so wide with fear. I’ve dreamed of being this close to her again. I ache to gather her in my arms and keep her safe from the world...to be her protector, but I can’t be that man.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“You cannot win a war outside until you have won the war that you are fighting inside you first.”
― Akshay Vasu

“If you cannot peacefully coexist with many different cultures and beliefs, then you should probably not be living in the USA.”
― Steven Magee

“It is easy to say, but there is no way I could personally address every single problem in my nation, they are too many. Oh yea, you cannot fix all problems, but you can fix some problems, more importantly you could bring enlightenment to all others around you”
― Sunday Adelaja

“We cannot know the mystery of the future.”
― Jimmy Carter, Just Peace: A Message of Hope

“I'm delighted to tell you that Jesus Christ offers complete and total forgiveness to anyone who will repent and believe on His name. ...There are no sins that He cannot cleanse, and He's promised that they will be gone forever.”
― James C. Dobson, Life on the Edge: A Young Adult's Guide to a Meaningful Future

“Abraham Lincoln quoted the Scriptures in an 1858 speech to the Illinois Republican Convention. He said, “ A house divided against itself cannot stand.” That, I fear, is where diversity leads. If by that term we refer to love and tolerance for peoples who are different from one another, it has great validity for us. But if by diversity we mean that all of us have been given reason to resent one another. Having no common values, heritage, commitment, or hope, then we are a nation in serious trouble.”
― James C. Dobson, Life on the Edge: The Next Generation's Guide to a Meaningful Future

“We cannot force others to behave differently if they disagree with us; but if we change what we are saying or doing they will respond differently.”
― Nabil N. Jamal

“If you do not begin to search, then you cannot find anything”
― Sunday Adelaja

“You cannot expect a corrupt law enforcement system to prosecute the illegal activities of corporations and their government minions.”
― Steven Magee

“That’s why we must continue to support godly men and women who have dedicated their lives to Christian principles and to continuing those ideas in our offspring. Professors’ worldviews influence whatever they teach, from humanities to basic sciences, and what they think about God cannot be hidden from their students.”
― James C. Dobson, Life on the Edge: The Next Generation's Guide to a Meaningful Future

“Oh, no you don't. You're not heading down to that dock, young man," Babette declares as she clears my plate.
"But Babette, Dr. Felix said I only had to rest yesterday!"
"Yes he did, and I won't make you stay in bed today. But you're going to stay here while I go. I don't think your crutches are able to make it down the path. It's too rough. You'll end up tripping over something."
I scoff. She doesn't know that I'm the guy who not only made it down to the dock, but also did it in the dark WITHOUT falling flat on his back.
"But Babette—"
"No buts, Rylan. You're staying here and that's final"
"Fine," I grumble.”
― Colleen Boyd, Swamp Angel

“My little man,” she said.
“No.”
She stretched out her hand to him. “Come.”
“I can’t,” he said.
“Sam, I’m your mother. I love you. Come with me.”
“Mom…”
“Just reach out to me. I’m safe. I can carry you away, out of this place.”
Sam shook his head slowly, slowly, like he was drowning in molasses. Something was happening to time. Astrid wasn’t breathing. Nothing was moving. The whole world was frozen.
“It will be like it was,” his mother said.
“It was never…,” he began. “You lied to me. You never told me…”
“I never lied,” she said, and frowned at him, disappointed.
“You never told me I had a brother. You never told—”
“Just come with me,” she said, impatient now, jerking her hand a little like she would when he was a little kid and refused to take her hand to cross the street. “Come with me now, Sam. You’ll be safe and out of this place.”
He reacted instinctively, the little boy again, reacted to the “mommy” voice, the “obey me” voice. He reached for her, stretched his hand out to her.
And pulled it back.
“I can’t,” Sam whispered. “I have someone I have to stay here for.”
Anger flashed in his mother’s eyes, a green light, surreal, before she blinked and it was gone.
And then, out of the bleached, unreal world, Caine stepped into the eerie light.
Sam’s mother smiled at Caine, and he stared at her wonderingly. “Nurse Temple,” Caine said.
“Mom,” she corrected. “It’s time for both my boys to join me, to come away with me. Out of this place.”
Caine seemed spellbound, unable to tear his gaze away from the gentle, smiling face, the piercing blue eyes.
“Why?” Caine asked in a small child’s voice.
Their mother said nothing. Once again, for just a heartbeat, her blue eyes glowed a toxic green before returning to cool, icy blue.
“Why him and not me?” Caine asked.
“It’s time to come with me now,” their mother insisted. “We’ll be a family. Far from here.”
“You first, Sam,” Caine said. “Go with your mother.”
“No,” Sam said.
Caine’s face darkened with rage. “Go, Sam. Go. Go. Go with her.” He was shouting now. He seemed to want to grab Sam physically, push him toward the mother they had not quite shared, but his movements were odd, disjointed, a jerky stick figure in a dream.
Caine gave up trying. “Jack told you,” he said dully.
“No one told me anything,” Sam said. “I have things I have to do here.”
Their mother extended her arms to them, angry, demanding to be heeded. “Come to me. Come to me.”
Caine shook his head slowly. “No.”
“But you’re the man of the house now, Sam,” his mother wheedled. “My little man. Mine.”
“No,” Sam said. “I’m my own man.”
“And I was never yours,” Caine sneered. “Too late now, Mother.”
The face of their mother wavered. The tender flesh seemed to break apart in jigsaw-puzzle pieces. The gently smiling, pleading mouth melted, collapsed inward. In its place a mouth ringed with needle-sharp teeth. Eyes filled with green fire.
“I’ll have you yet,” the monster raged with sudden violence.
Caine stared in horror. “What are you?”
“What am I?” the monster mocked him savagely. “I’m your future. You’ll come to me on your own in the dark place, Caine. You will come willingly to me.”
― Michael Grant

“A researcher that has a brain that functions differently from their peers is at an advantage, as they can see things that the others cannot.”
― Steven Magee

“A successful person will never use the word ‘no’, ‘I cannot’ or ‘it is impossible”
― Sunday Adelaja

“For starters, that’s a rather simple principle of Time Travel right there – and according to the pioneers of time travel, it’s one of the foundation stones of the Theory behind it. It’s something of a paradox – a mind-boggling annotation in the ever-puzzling and ever growing Anals of History. (Some readers may still be thinking that should be ‘Annals’ – however, the author of this work cannot be blamed for what you may think.)”
― Christina Engela, The Time Saving Agency